Maison Margiela Lyrics - Future

We go to magic and we changing the weather 

Sleep with the choppa, I got all on my bezzils (Ni Ni Nigga) 

A cool billion when you see us together (Whoop Whoop) 

I'm still standing in designer forever 

1500 on some Maison Margielas 

Freeband Gang, we the new Roc-A-Fellas 

You started making million now they think you worship the devil 

We keep it pimpin' give a bitch to my brother 

So you should struggle when you come from the gotta (Whoop) 

I love to grind cause these stones of Rosetta 

You keep it silent and they think you the devil (Yeah Yeah) 

Spent five thousand on a cashmere sweater 

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We go to magic and we changing the weather 

Sleep with the choppa, I got all on my bezels (Ni Ni Nigga) 

A cool billion when you see us together (Whoop Whoop) 

I'm still standing in designer forever (Freeband Gang) 

I went to Mexico and fucked up some change (Whoo Whoop) 

That shit ain't nothing to me, I fucked up the game (Turn Up, Turn Up) 

They got my finger prints it's no one to blame (Ay Fuck 'Em) 

My family depend on me, I'm slanging cocaine (I swear) 

I called the plug and I went straight to the pot (I swear) 

I did a dounut when I turned out the lot (Skirt!) 

I'm in Margielas that ain't know that I rock 

I'm blowing money, and I'm never gone stop (Future) 

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1500 on some Maison Margielas 

Freeband Gang, we the new Roc-A-Fellas 

You started making million now they think you worship the devil 

We keep it pimpin' give a bitch to my brother 

So you should struggle when you come from the gotta (Whoop) 

I love to grind cause these stones of Rosetta 

You keep it silent and they think you the devil (Yeah Yeah) 

Spent five thousand on a cashmere sweater 

I'm Kareem, Jay and Dash (Yeah) 

Put 'em altogether (Whoop) 

I'm Larry Byrd, Kobe and MJ (Yeah) 

I'ma ball forever (Ball) 

And the way a nigga hustle, it's like I got a vendetta (Yeah Yeah) 

It's so many shooters in my circle (What) 

They ready to get creamed 

Bitch, I'd a let it slide off 

I got Baking Soda (Baking Soda) 

You used to let us ride off 

And then shoot up a house 

I burnt the tires off this whip, I'm at the gate letting it snart 

But I need diamonds on my wrist 

So I need swagging them out 

Ain't enough amount of money to make me change where I'm from 

I take a half a fucking pound and put it right in my lungs 

I'm moving on and nothing but Louie Vuitton, sippin' that main train 

Like it's Don Pierre, Future 

1500 on some Maison Margielas 

Freeband Gang, we the new Roc-A-Fellas 

You started making million now they think you worship the devil 

We keep it pimpin' give a bitch to my brother 

So you should struggle when you come from the gutta (Whoop) 

I love to grind cause these stones of Rosetta 

You keep it silent and they think you the devil (Yeah Yeah) 

Spent five thousand on a cashmere sweater.